Norrathian Erotica part 3

[Nexii]

Must say I'm disappointed the original thread "A Collection of Norrathian Homo-Erotica and other Fetishes" was closed. And part 2 excluded heterosexual erotica! Let's keep it inclusive and sex positive shall we? Anyways without further ado~

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Part 3: Neriak Third Gate - Nexii's quarters

"Sirken...it's been awhile." The drow priestess was visibly anxious, standing behind the private minibar. Her hard earned Robe of Darkness was half-undone, showing little underneath aside from her black lace lingerie. The robe was still in the same pristine state as when she had obtained it some months back. The lingerie, showing off her suprisingly toned physique for one that was more magically inclined than for battle.

"You mean since we did it, Nexii? Or are you in the mood for something more kinky?" Sirken asked as a glass of Neriak Red was handed to him. His eyes fluttered around, as if experiencing some sense of déjà vu. He found her intentions often hard to read no matter how many times they played their games. A curious aura of both affection and hate seemed emanate from her on this evening.

"No, I don't mean just that. I mean since you've suspended a guild. No one's suffering from punishment lately, whether deserved or not that disappoints me. I want them to hate and fear you so much that's all they talk about, like months ago. But lately all I hear is talk about the competition," Nexii sighed. Her green eyes seemed cooler than usual as she brushed back her silvery waist-length hair, exposing a new golden leaf-shaped earring. "And don't even mention that Clue incident, banning a few randoms for raiding a zone everyone hates doesn't count. That's more of a vacation than anything."

"I don't see the problem. Doesn't that mean we have more time together?" Sirken replied.

"No! It means I have to raid every week! Even worse since all the inferior guilds got crushed from suspensions, it means we have to raid everything! But that's not the point anyways. What I'm concerned about is that they don't fear you. And while I don't worship Cazic, fear will lead to hate," Nexii explained. "Anyways they should fear random and cruel punishments. I want them to be pissing themselves in terror when getting yellow text," She smirked, taking a sip of her own glass poured out prior.

"You could quit, and become a GM at my side." Sirken replied, extending his hand out almost like some evil lord from a long time ago in a place far away. His offer was met with a giggle which became outright laughter.

"A girl like me, serving those commoners? It just feels so, beneath me?" Nexii said, walking over closer to the bed where Sirken was laid out. She nodded sideways for him to make space, and sat down beside him. "I think I'd rather just be a healer, a dominatrix, and bartender as I please."

"But you do it every raid. Enduring and serving the autism army, all for pixels. And what better pixels than what others cannot obtain - custom GM gear?" For once her counterpart was getting the upper hand, and it was showing as her eyes glared right through him with seething hatred and envy. But at the same time, her mouth was smiling with appreciation for this point. The smile made its way near Sirken's long sensitive ear as she bit down on the pointed helix. Hard, but not so hard as to draw blood from him. She wondered, if she did bite harder, would a GM bleed? Maybe it didn't matter, he'd feel the pain anyways, and she grinned again as he moaned and shook in pain. She continued this torment, her teeth eventually making her way down to his lobe. Within minutes he was a trembling mess, but also visibly erect from her physical dominance.

"It's tempting, but it sounds like too much work. I think I'd rather just feed you evil ideas and have you do them." Nexii replied after she sensed his ears had endured enough. Her hands ran down his chest, grabbing his nipples which were then twisted about.

"It's less work than raiding every last enemy that spawns on Norrath." Sirken pointed out, taking the moment to rub his tender ears. It was a struggle for him to talk clearly at this point, the cruel drowess was not in a merciful mood. He could only pant as her sharp nails dug into his chest flesh, then raking him from black to bright pink. His legs trembled in both agony and delight at the suffering. She really knew how to work him over.

"Unless you think more should hate me as well? I could be more brash with others, or try less. But apathy is not Hate. And doing so just feels so...uncreative?" She paused to collect an idea she'd put away since Halloween. "I think I'd do some sort of GM event, where one undeserving player gets a unique artifact reward. And make it known everywhere, so all the other players would hate and envy them intensely." Before he could reply, she kissing him tenderly on the lips. The kiss turned to an evil grin as she bit down on his lower lip. She wasn't going to give him too much pleasure until she'd gotten what she wanted out of him as well.

"I like it." Sirken replied, referring to both her treatment of him and his idea. "I'll take your suggestion...into consideration. Though I did have one idea of my own."

"Oh?"

Sirken smiled knowingly as to where his next words would lead. "We were thinking to root the dragons. It would just as 'classic' as erotic roleplay," he added as he finished his wine glass off.

Her mind conjured visions as to how that would require the autism armies to expend several times their current efforts in order to get their pixels. It was so delicious, so simple and would cause so much more suffering than variance ever had. So much more conflict and clashing than earthquakes ever had. So much more suffering. Her eyes fluttered around with a far-away lost look, as she could just echo his words. "Root the dragons...!?" She murmured, drinking down her own wine to try to push her arousal away. But the Neriak Red wasn't going to help this time. In fact the alcohol only disinhibited her as she soon found herself just as naked as her partner in evil. And on top of him. Stradding him. And soon riding him, as she couldn't hold back any longer.

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The pace slowed after a long night of wild drunken sex. Her body being expended from so many orgasms, and his worn out from the pleasure and pain. She'd lost count, but it was more than enough after so long.

"So...cuddling or torture in the morning?" She offered, giving her submissive a rare option to select from.

"Why not both?"

[Mudson]

Exmo's Pleasure place in Third Gate needs an installment into the saga! </emote busts out the popcorn while wearing his tin foil hat>

[katrik]

Oh my.

[Sadiki]

please no

[Loke]

WTB logs of the Danth/Andain homoerotica that used to get spammed in global ooc.

[Nexii]

I'm sensing a bit of heterophobia, but there will be more to come!

[Tethler]

tl;dr. MS paint pictures to go with it plz.

[Crysty]

I'm dying, this is awesome.

[Nexii]

Part 4: The next morning

Nexii arose first from her nightly meditative trance. A rune glowed above the door, indicating a visitor. The priestess quickly got on her robe, and went to answer.

"Oh, hi there!" She recognized the courier, another female drow many years her junior. "Did my Goblin Slaver's Whip finally come in? I've been bugging Sirken for weeks to get Nilbog to put it into the game. What kind of MMO doesn't have whips for dark elf clerics? I mean, seriously..." Nexii rolled her eyes as she was was handed a sealed letter. The seal type on the reverse indicated it was from a dark elf.

"Fine, go. I'll just have to torment him some other way." Nexii pushed the courier away, closed the door, and made her way back to the bed.

"So what is it?" Sirken asked Nexii. He watched her intently as she unsealed the letter with her sharp nails.

"It's...a letter. It reads: 'You are cordially invited to attend a costume and BDSM affair at Exmo's Pleasure Palace. Dinner and drinks will be served starting at 8 PM server time.'" Nexii began, reading the Tier'Dal script.

"But it's Monday. Today is the one day a week I answer petitions while streaming. There will be like fifty viewers left hanging," Sirken protested before she could finish.

"Pfft. Just suspend a random puller from each of Aftermath and Tempest. If you're lucky they'll be innocent too. That'll be enough to put the glow of Innoruuk into them!" Nexii's look of glee halted as something dawned on her. "Hey! As if punishing bad players would be more fun than being punished by ME." The cleric gave the shadow knight a pinch on the shoulder, and then continued to read the letter. "'I very much look forward to seeing you there personally, Sirken. L---, Exmo.'" Her words were choked as she felt the bile forming in her throat. She swallowed back down and glared at the pink heart which encircled the signature. "We don't say the l-word, The Unspoken Word, around here. It's a tool for the weak. They'll think you are soft and then this entire place will go to hell." Nexii took a moment to nibble on his still-tender ear.

"Mmmm. You're so much better at that than him." Sirken stifled a moan as he held his hair aside.

"Oh please! And no, I'm not jealous you have a boyfriend. I think it's so cuuuute Sirkypoo. Tell me are you the dom or sub? Wait! I'd rather be surprised." Her tongue traced around the edge of his ear, and then slurped on the inside.

"I really do have to answer petitions though, or Rogean will literally have my ass. Here, take some platinum left over from Kluwengate. Buy us some outfits and snacks to take. Something impressive. We don't want to be seen as cheap. Exmo...he's kind of a big deal, you know." Sirken responded, getting up to quickly dress into his grey-green plate armor. "I'll see you there at 8 PM. Promise." And with a snap of his fingers, he was gone.

[Nexii]

I'm gonna guess at least 1 marijuanas injection

Not into hard drugs at all actually.

[d3r14k]

Not into hard drugs at all actually.

No hard drugs for me either (unless we are counting lysergic diethylamid). My only hurdle before sitting down to write a good homo erotica story:

[radda]

i love drugs

[Nexii]

Part 5: The same evening

"What do you mean you spent all our platinum on full Kael armor?" Sirken was incredulous. "I gave you all of Kluwen's RMT money. There must have been like 200k platinum total there."

"I...uh...saw a Divinity cleric wearing some and I had a moment of weakness..." Nexii averted his gaze. It was shameful and she knew it. To spend so lavishly on a set of armor which admittedly only served as a fashion piece. She could have easily bought more practical upgrades and still had enough left over for party favors.

The lead GM sighed. "Well, it's 7:45PM and the quest armor is all NO DROP. There's no way we can take it back before the party. Just...get dressed." He was fretting, pacing from side to side in a manner unlike his typical static calm self.

"Aww, are you worried your boo will be upset? I thought he was rich anyways? Isn't his place that new building that made the X'Lottl mansion look like a shack? Just...relax..." Nexii said soothingly. She took his hands and held them up against her D-cup breasts. "It'll be fine, I'm sure." She managed a wane smile, fairly convinced of this herself.

"If you say so. You don't know Exmo though, he's...like super picky about things." Sirken answered.

"Oh, and you aren't picky? So that's why you're with me, huh?" Nexii raised an eyebrow. She dropped his hands and raised her own, as if about to bitchslap him right across the face. But she held herself back. Unfortunately there wasn't enough time for such games at the moment. She hurried off and finished her last-minute preparations.

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"Nexii, Exmo. Exmo, Nexii. She's a cleric like you." Sirken said, as he'd just arrived at the Pleasure Palace.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintence. I've heard so much about you." Exmo gazed at her, or rather her armor more than her figure.

"Oh, do you like my new pink armor? It's from Kael. I spent all day giving head to Bvellos for it." Nexii asked, then stated with a grin.

"It's purple." Sirken interjected. Already he sensed he'd started some sort of meme regarding color judgment.

"You're both wrong. It is clearly shades of magenta." Exmo stated with a sense of confidence that left the pair unable to argue back. "Anyways, what kind of host am I being here? Come on in, the party is just getting started."

Nexii followed inside for a tour. To say the Palace was impressive was an understatement. There was three floors of splendour. The basement had a large swimming pool, several hot tubs, and a sauna. The first floor was a sort of open dungeon, replete with high-end bondage equipment, and torture instruments galore. The top level was more of a dance hall and bar, and had an open area that overlooked the water. It was the sort of place she had always dreamed of coming to, but such places seemed so very exclusive even to her.

"Such an impressive place. I couldn't help but notice that there's a lot of NPCs here?" Nexii asked, finding it strange that the place seemed only half-full with actual players.

"You're observant. Yes, ever since I started bringing Sirken here the Tempest players have been afraid to come by." Exmo replied.

"Afraid?"

"Yes, ever since the suspensions they're trying to project a new image." Sirken added in, holding Nexii by the hips from behind.

"And what image is that? Being a bunch of neckbeard betas?" Nexii asked rhetorically. But her body had another reaction to this information. A warm tingle ran up and down her spine, and through her nether regions. She knew that sense. It was one of arousal caused by the oppression of others. It was unmistakable and could not be pushed away, even if she wanted to. "Actually, I'm pretty impressed. I think I've underestimated your efforts lately. To have an entire guild cuck themselves from this sort of fun, it's rather delicious." She turned and licked her lips in front of Sirken. And soon she was making out with him, her purple lips locked with his until both tired of it.

"Thank you Miss Nexii. Oh and Exmo, I'll have you know she's very good at sucking on ears too." Sirken added in, as if to brag.

"I can assure you there's one body part I can suck much better than her." Exmo laughed, copping a feel down by the shadow knight's groin. "But dress down, relax. There's so much of the night ahead of us."

[Nexii]

Part 6: An Orgy of Blood and Pleasure

The trio had spent the early part of the evening dancing, mingling, and drinking together. It was all to great excess. Not a single expense had been spared at Exmo's gathering. The best of the best bards had been hired to play the music, the most reknowned socialites had been invited, and the finest wines had been provided. It was far beyond the female cleric's expectations. The sense of envy she would normally have was drowned out by the sheer entertainment and extravagance of the Pleasure Palace.

"Come, let's relax in the hot tub." Exmo took Nexii by the hand, escorting her and Sirken down to the basement level.

"So you boys do this often?" Nexii inquired as she stripped down, seeing that they already had.

"Amongst other things," Sirken replied. "But don't tell the players I spend most of my time fucking around."

Nexii simply shrugged. She figured she was really no better in this regard. Dark elves were a naturally promiscuous race, and she was no exception to the stereotype. The only difference as of late was one of opportunity, for her guildmates did not seem to lust for her. The reason for this should have been obvious to her, but escaped her while she put her armors away.

"I'll have the servants provide for us." Exmo proclaimed. Before Nexii could even get in the tub, Exmo and Sirken were submerged to the neck in the hot water. She could tell through its clarity that they were groping one another under the surface. Both had that look in their eyes. The primal look of desire. Watching them get closer, and more lustful, Nexii felt that she did not want to lose out on this experience. She'd lost enough of her own experience from the plethora of screwups and wipes lately. The thought of having to group with commoners to get it back revulsed her. For the moment, she put away this thought by jumping in with the most elite the server had to offer.

"Mmm, what's on the menu tonight?" Sirken asked. He looked around, but only fleetingly.

"It's a surprise." Exmo said. "Slave girl!" He shouted, calling a young wood elf girl over. The poor thing was trembling in fear, a mess of long golden hair and shaking. She had no clothes on, and it was apparent to Nexii that she hadn't even been trained for this role yet. She looked more afraid than a first time puller or tagger, sensing a ban for the smallest of mistakes.

"Who is she and what's her deal?" Nexii whispered to Sirken.

"Oh, this druid had a name but it violated the naming policy." Sirken casually explained. "And she wanted to be a dark elf, so I said maybe I'd give her a Guise someday if she learns our ways. We give out one like every two years, so it's always possible."

The priestess beckoned the girl over, and soothed her anxieties with magical healing. The power of Innoruuk flowed through the once-nature loving girl, washing away her fear with a sense of disdain. A hatred one might say, for her sorry state. She would do better, if only to show she was worthy of her heart's true desire. With confidence, she sauntered off and returned with a metal bucket.

"Close your eyes, Nexii." Exmo suggested, as she sighed, adjusting to the warmth surrounding her body. "Open your mouth." She nodded, trusting him though expecting the worst. Something round and squishy was then popped inside. "Chew slowly and only then swallow." She did as told, and was met with relief.

"Mmm, damn that's good." It only took her a moment to figure out what it was. "Halfling eyes, right?" A hand massaging her shoulders affirmatively gave her the confirmation she was correct. "These aren't like the ones from Nektulos Forest." She commented, opening her mouth for a second.

"Indeed. Only the best from the Vale. Vanguard brand, I'm told."

"They're so moist and juicy. So much flavor." Nexii exclaimed between bites. It was Sirken feeding her oral pleasures now, though she didn't know it.

"Inno! You're so tense Nexii. It feels like some rogue has been giving you cheap, quick massages. Here, allow me to do it properly. It needs a cleric's touch," Exmo said, as he then worked his dexterous fingers in deeper to her muscle tissue. She shivered, but soon relented as the cold sensation diffused from the tub's heat.

"So I guess they are good for something. Halflings I mean," Nexii said as she savored several more eyes, licking the slime off Sirken's fingers between each one. "I do wonder if they slaughter the things or keep them alive blind?" She said, curiously, but with little response. By now, it felt like her entire body was melting away in pleasure. The food, the physical touch loosening all the pent up rage she had for her compatriots. But still, something was missing. Something decadently evil and over the top, to really put her into the mood. She didn't consider herself the sort of girl that would typically go for threesomes, though exceptions could be had.

"Slave girl. It's time. Bring in the keg." Exmo commanded.

"A-are you sure that's a good idea Sir?" The blonde wood elf timidly asked, apparently knowing what had been stored within it.

"Of course, it's a special occasion and these are very special guests. Quickly, now." The male cleric insisted.

The keg was brought out and popped open by the once-druidess. Nexii's curiosity got the better of her and she had to take a look.

"Ewwwww...." she said, seeing that the keg was full to the top with blood.

"Not just any blood. It's Halfling blood syrup, sweetened and sanitized. Pour it in, dear." Exmo's grin turned wider. His lust for mostly Sirken, but also to see Nexii's reactions to all this couldn't be contained.

"It keeps you youthful, they say." Sirken added in, just as the blood was added to the hot tub. The water turned from crystal clear to a bright red shade.

"Mmm...well it does taste good." Nexii said as she dipped her finger in and licked it. "I could get used to being a Blood Countess of sorts..." she purred, her eyes flickering as she thought of all the suffering that must have been caused for her pleasure.

"Let me see for myself." Sirken replied, slathering her chest and face with a handful of blood syrup. He began to lick it off of her face, smiling at the decadence of the situation. His tongue arched lower, down her neck as she turned, acquiesing to his desires for her flesh. By the time her neck was cleaned, she had put away her initial hesitations. She grabbed his head gently by the ears, and guided his face down to her syrup-covered breasts. All the while, Exmo was working on her shoulders, her back, her ribs. To be desired by two at once - it was more than she'd bargained for. As if it was some sort of universal female fantasy trope.

"Mmm. So fucking amazing." She needed to recollect herself, at least momentarily before taking things further. "You two make out with each other, I want to watch for a bit." She grinned, snapping her fingers at the wood elf slave. Another eyeball was given to her, and she popped it in her mouth with a grin. Her grin was one of lust for both of them, one that could only be surpassed by Detoxx's lust for unobtainable warder loot. "This sure beats Pornhub."

[24kanthony]

"This sure beats Pornhub."

I'll say. I tried to find something comparable and ended up having to solo to some 90's brazilian smurf porn.

[d3r14k]

some 90's brazilian smurf porn.

Please share link, for academic purposes (FAP) of course.

[Nexii]

I'll say. I tried to find something comparable and ended up having to solo to some 90's brazilian smurf porn.

Maybe we can do a Kickstarter to get the funds to re-enact some scenes with cosplay. It's better than giving money to Pantheon (aka Brad McQuaid's cocaine habit).

[skarlorn]

The Revenge of Platwhore

"He came back like this."

The balding halfling squatted inside a cage. The iron bars were dented and stretched. The halfling's eyelids drooped and he made spit bubbles with his mouth.

"He came back from where?" Mayor Gubbin asked, turning to Yola Sweetcookie.

Yola's face was the color of ash. Normally so round, so full of life! But as she stared upon this retarded halfling they had to put into an iron cage warded with clerical magic, all of the ruddiness left her cheeks and her supple flesh became a canvas for darkness. "All he told me was that he had to hunt the goblins of New Runnyeye Citadel..."

Gubbin mused, "What the fuck is that? What were you up to, Filbus?"

The only answer from the hobbit in the cage: a loud shart. The wave of fecal jum and gas blasted the small room.

"Go," Yola insisted. "I'll take care of him."


That night, a small elvish girl of about 200 years of age crept into the hobbit hole and chloroformed Yola Sweetcookie. The elvish lass was malformed and hideous. She wore a ratty, green swimsuit. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed by thick scars. She moved before cage of the retarded Filbus, glowering in the low light of his Tranix Crown which served as a night light for the sorry retard.

"filllbuussss," the elvish wastrel hissed. "I have come to exact my revenge. You chained me in the East Commonlands tunnel in January of 2013 and used my flesh to fatten your platinum accounts. You forced me to barter with the lowliest of Dwarves. Worse, you left me bound in Gfay!"

Filbus burped.

Platwhore couldn't help it. The belch turned her on. Although Filbus was dressed in rags, huddled in a corner of this iron cage, his hands were still those strong hands she had fallen in love with... the same powerful, small hands which had grabbed her by the throat and forced her into slavery.

UNGGHHH

Platwhore loved slavery.

And now that she had been emancipated, what was she to do? Like a shadow, she had followed her former master.

Platwhore slid inside the cage. Filbus the retard looked at her, but his eyes were like vessels of mud.

"Open your mouth you fucking retard," she commanded. She grabbed Filbus' mouth open and then spat into it.

Filbus smacked his lips in a donkey-like manner.

"You like that you fucking retard?" she asked rhetorically. It was obvious that he did!

Platwhore put a cleveland steamer on his chest. "haha, what now you moran?" she squealed.

Filbus took the turd and drew a beautiful picture on the iron floor of his cage.

Enraged, Platwhore stood. She had one last act of revenge on her former Master. From her satchel inside her swimsuit she took a raw Jumroot. Platwhore clubbed Filbus on his dumb head with this makeshift weapon and the hobbit slumped over. Platwhore shimmied down his pantalones and exposed his backside. Surprisingly clean!

THen, she jammed the Jum up inside him. Filbus wiggled and wailed, but to no avail. The adamantium grip of Platwhore's rage kept him still.

"You liek that you fucking retard?" Platwhore croaked. "Take it.... TAKE IT."

and then Filbus broke free from her grasp. He did a somersault into a 360 and began to levitate. Flashing lights emanated from his eyes and his fingers and toes and an angelic chorus poured forth. The retard hobbit opened his mouth, his face pointed skyward, and tears streamed from his eyes. A giant jum stalk grew out of his mouth. It was the most beautiful Jum that had ever existed.

[kotton05]

Not my easiest fap, but it worked.

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[kjs86z]

Not my easiest fap, but it worked.

LOL

[maskedmelonpai]

anyone have a gnome or two they wanna nominate for Berg Blushed, a heartwarming story bout a ogre and a coupla gnomes?

[Velthak]

tl;dr. MS paint pictures to go with it plz.

[Nexii]

Not much of an artist. I could try and get Sirken to pose for ingame screenshots~

[Nexii]

Episode 7: Quickie Interlude

"Well, that was a fun time." Nexii said to Sirken, holding his hand outside the Pleasure Palace. The neon lighting showed that her hair was still speckled with blood from the previous night's revelling.

"It was one of Exmo's better parties. A shame we couldn't have slept in, but I have something planned for us today," Sirken replied.

"Oh? Do tell," she replied, locking both her arms around one of his.

"It is a place that players never want to be. I think you will be the sort to enjoy visting there, however. It's a full day trip, plenty of time before the next spawn cycle." The GM handed her one of two tickets manifested as if by his will alone. Nexii read the ticket to find the address for the tour's sortie.

"The Foreign Quarter? Ugh, I try to stay away from that side of the falls. The Commons I can tolerate, but that place is the worst. It's where the worst others congregate," Nexii pretended to gag at the mere thought of having to interact with foreign races. Her eyes rolled about as she exclaimed, "Lick my bloody cunt."

The GM raised his eyebrow, not seeming to understand. "Huh? What'd I do?"

"I meant it literally. There's still blood syrup all up in there. Your job, not mine," With a snap of her fingers she strutted off, leaving the GM to follow behind her home for a quickie.

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"Always in a rush aren't we?" Sirken asked, his head down between her legs on the bed.

"The wicked never rest," Nexii replied, spreading out so he could get his tongue in deeper. "Mmmm...you learn that one from Exmo?"

"True, and perhaps." The head GM held onto her thighs, savoring the mixture of her juices mingled in with the sweet blood syrup. If one could put the visual aspect of the blood out of mind, it was quite the savory experience. He closed his eyes, fearing some punishment might come for not wanting to bask in her glory.

Meanwhile, Nexii was casually reading Sirken's day report between moans. "Consession, consession, consession, individual suspension. Whatever happened to the guild suspensions? This is why we're always so rushed you know. I never get any time off."

"Couldn't have everyone thinking I would go easy on Aftermath just cause we're a thing." Sirken explained.

"Oh, we are a thing now? Says...who?" Nexii grinned. She could feel his tongue pressing in, teasing and coaxing her closer to the edge. It was certainly more than just a cleaning that was being provided to her this morning. Her counterpart was relentless, and his tongue lashed over her clitoris with less respite than Tempest's petitions after raid day. "Ohhh! At least a ten day, I mean....erggggg...." Her fingers clenched up as he hit an especially sensitive spot. The thought of the last guild suspension was so distant she could barely remember. But that little glimmer, a faint memory of when Azure Guard had to suffer 20 days for a single greedy player's action put her over the edge. "Fuckkkk..." she groaned, gushing out over Sirken's face in a steady stream. He looked up at her with a satisfied grin, and then returned to finish the cleanup duty.

"Okay. We can go now." She rolled over, pushing the papers off the bed.

"I'll pack up some food and drink while you get dressed. And a few other required items, some parts are a bit harrowing. But I'm not going to spoil you."

"But I want to be spoiled. Spoil me with GM-only loot. Or at least a GM-given title. 'Nexii Vanadis the Inquisitor' would be so badass. Or maybe 'the Dominatrix'...hmm, so hard to pick just one." She pouted playfully, obviously not entirely serious but one had to try.

"The Foot Kissed?" Sirken teased as he gave her naked foot a kiss and then a pat. This was her cue that they really had to go. "We don't want to miss the boat."

[Nexii]

Episode 8: The Dregs

Nexii's nose turned up at entering the Foreign Quarter. Even the scent was offensive here. She barely considered this area part of Neriak, and it was apparent with the disdain she showed when looking at the buildings. Few were owned by her kind, and fewer still had been built by the Tier`Dal.

"I hate coming through here. Remind me again, why couldn't we just spend another day at Exmo's?"

"Because you'll like this more, Mistress." Sirken answered. He locked his arm into hers, escorting her past the ogre guards.

"Here we have the worst kinds of players. Those that want to be Dark Elves but aren't. As far as I'm concerned, they should all be deported." Nexii's xenophobia was intense, although admittedly she could harbor attraction for a select few outside races. "Or at best serve as slaves, they certainly don't deserve their own space here. We've gone so soft. If I ran this place I'd make Neriak hate again." Nexii came up to a troll in ragged armor who stood a good two feet taller than herself. Although clearly new to the world, and barely deserving a glance from the priestess, he felt the need to comment on the pair.

"LOL. Give nudes plz," The troll said, drooling over himself at the thought of seeing the two together. Whether this was some repressed voyeuristic desire, or just typical comment caused by troll's inferior intellect, was hard to tell.

"Fuck you! You're talking to a cleric that solo healed TFA. Newbie, I bet you don't even know what that mob that is or where. Here's a hint, you're about to do the first word of the zone." It wasn't the comment itself so much as the lack of originality and effort that enraged her. Nexii seethed, her green eyes turning to red as she gathered the hatred of Innoruuk within her form. The call was duly answered, and the troll was vindicated in a glorious blast of unholy divine energies. He screamed for only a brief second before crumpling down to his knees, dying before even hitting the floor. "A shame level 2's can't be rezzed." She laughed, praying that he hadn't even bound in Neriak.

Sirken could only stare at the lifeless troll corpse. "That was kinda...hot." He commented. It was rare to see her lose her temper so easily, but there was something attractive about her displayed dominance. "Maybe we can, uh, work something like that into our next play session?" He asked.

"Maybe. I suppose it would only be painful and not fatal to you." Nexii sighed. Although smiting one troll was satisfying, the reality was that their numbers were legion.

"Come, it's this way." Sirken said, pointing her to a darker alleyway where she hadn't been before.

"This isn't some sort of trap is it?" Nexii asked, and just as she did a human groped at her. Humans admittedly had a little more intelligence than the average troll.

"Heard some hot bartender got the first to engage on Sirken," He said, his hand rising up to cop a feel at her ass.

"Fraps or it didn't happen." Sirken said, his eyes flickering as he scanned the human more deeply. "Seems you aren't running it, too bad there won't be proof of...this!" And with a snap of his fingers, the human was simply blinked out of existence. Deleted from Norrath, never to be seen again.

"Ooo, that's kind of scary." Nexii felt a shiver run up and down her spine. "Personally, I would have made him suffer more. But I guess we have a date to make." Nexii said.

"Yes, we're almost there. Finally, huh? Just down this hallway, and a few more turns." Sirken led her through an area which got progressively darker. Even for a dark elf it was hard to see as there was little to no neon lighting in this area.

At last the pair arrived at a bleaken iron gate.

"Ael jal kestal, ye vel'uss sultha ghil." Nexii read out the glowing Tier'Dal runes above the gate.

"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." Sirken repeated in the common tongue.

[Nexii]

I plan to do one story segment a day. But since I missed a few days I did an extra catch-up segment today.

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Episode 9: Nexii's Inferno

Sirken opened the iron gate, allowing Nexii to go first. The pathway led to a river of lava, denoted 'Acheron' by a sign, upon which a stone-carved boat sat. Inside the boat sat a dwarf in plate armor with oars at his sides. Nexii approached closer, sensing a similar aura about him as Sirken.

"You must be Braknar," she surmised.

"Correct. And you, Nexii, are not one of us. What sin are you guilty of to be here?" Braknar interrogated in his typical casually accusing manner.

Sirken came up and handed his fellow GM a pair of tickets for entry to this area. "Many sins, but none exactly deserving to stay here. We're just visiting."

"Hmm, ok. We normally only allow guides and GMs to tour but I'll allow you to bring a friend." Braknar replied, reaching his stubby dwarven arms out to help Nexii inside the boat. Sirken was next in line, and soon Braknar was paddling the trio on down the river.

"So what is this place? Did you build it?" Nexii asked, inquisitively. She looked around. The area reminded her of Lavastorm and she wondered if somehow the depths of Solusek were secretly connected to Neriak.

"No, Rogean and Nilbog did. I just oversee it." Braknar said.

"You don't need to worry about taking time out of your day to tour her. I'll take care of it." Sirken interjected.

"It's a daaaate~~" Nexii teased, immediately upsetting Braknar with her words.

"This sort of thing, player and GM together..." Braknar whispered to Sirken with concern. "Hasn't she heard The Prophesy?"

"No." Sirken replied simply, and loud enough for the cleric to hear. "She needs to see this place first."

"Is my boytoy keeping secrets now? A shame I still haven't been able to find a Goblin Slaver's Whip anywhere. I'd make delicious use of it on your ass," Nexii grinned, giving Sirken a twist of the ear in lieu.

Sirken grunted in pain and acquiesced to her demands. "I'll tell you more before we finish the trip today. But for now, explain this place Braknar."

"Okay. So this place is GM Prison, otherwise known as Hell. Where all the sinful players are sent for eternity as punishment. Despite what many may think about our haphazard way of ruling, it's actually very ordered. We have nine levels, or better known as Circles. Each Circle houses a more vile type of sinner than the previous." Braknar explained. Nexii nodded on, an excited gleam visible in the corner of eye at the mention of sinners.

"And each receives a punishment in accordance to their sin." Sirken added, filling in what Braknar had forgotten to say.

"Yes. Anyways, we have arrived at the First Circle." Braknar stated, the boat coming to a stop in the river. Beside the river was an exquisite building carved out of granite. The dwarf laid back and soon fell asleep in the boat, leaving Sirken and his date to enter.

A sign on the outside read: "Law Offices of Norrath".

[Nexii]

Episode 10: The First Circle

"Place seems way too nice to be part of Hell." Nexii commented, giving a whistle as she stepped into the large lobby. The interior was white marble, pristine, with fine drow etchings throughout. One could tell a lot of platinum was earned and spent on the locale.

"Mistress Nexii, this Circle isn't for players who have conducted a sin against their fellow kind." Sirken explained, coming up behind the cleric to hold her by the hips. His hands brushed up her sides, and then held firm against her chest between her breasts. He could feel her heart thumping excitedly, despite her outward disappointment with the first level.

"So what did they do wrong?" Nexii asked. As she scanned the lobby, she could see piles and piles of paper stacked throughout. They were on the other waiting chairs. On the receptionist's desk. On top of the waiting area coffee table. Even on the marble floor, papers were stacked. Although organized, the place seemed very busy or at least backlogged.

"I'll have our head lawyer explain better." Sirken snapped his fingers to summon the lwayer to the desk.

"Unbrella Ella`Ella, Esquire, at your service. And you are?"

"Nexii Vanadis, cleric of Aftermath, formerly Rustle."

"My condolences, lovely miss. Welcome to the First Circle. One could say this place is no worse than where you reside, but not as you go further." Unbrella shot Sirken a quick but fleeting stare, as if judging the GM guilty of some past injustice.

"I'm a doctor, not a lawyer. In layman's terms, please."

"Surely." The lawyer snapped his fingers, teleporting the trio to a balcony overlooking the massively sized office. The office was open, and just as impressive as the lobby and exterior prior. Below were aspiring new paralegals, or 'Guides' as their nameplates read, slaving away at cubicles. There was an endless, twisting and turning chain of damned players, which wound from department to department. The players moved in unison, taking a single step every few minutes. As if it were a perverse version of lineup recharges. The players had a regretful look, as if they could have done something about their plight, but chose to stay here for some unexplicable reason.

"We the call the First Circle 'Petition Limbo'. Where all the players who harass the GMs with vexation litigation go. Those that did not accept Innoruuk's guidance, and chose instead to burden the GMs with their trivial problems. Here you see all sorts. Players who accidentally deleted their items. Players who messed up their multiquests. Players who were trained with recompense. Players who went AFK and believed their camp stolen. PVP players who petitioned because they were killed. All of these souls will forever wander our legal office, never having their petition papers resolved. Only once they find the truth in Hate, the truth that they should simply hate such injustices can they be set free," Unbrella went on.

"Mmm, that's a delicious punishment. I bet you had a hand in writing the server rules as well," Nexii commented. At seeing how diabolically evil this lawyer was, her attraction for him sparked with a lustful stare. But Sirken was her date, and loyal playtoy, and she wasn't about to stray from her own ruleset. Her eyes blinked and she regained her composure. "Another time and place, perhaps," she half-promised, turning about to kiss Sirken on the lips in a display of public affection. As she did so, she considered how few if any petitions she'd submitted over her adventures. Stranger still, she couldn't recall ever being petitioned either. Perhaps anyone who had wronged her had ended up here, by some whimsical twist of fate. She wondered to herself if she was somehow different from the other players. "I couldn't see myself ever ending up here. Although there was that one Vulak incident..." Nexii said, with a withering glare at Sirken.

"I told you, I made up for that. Ten times over too!" Sirken protested. "See what she puts me through, Brella?"

"Or what you put her through." Unbrella replied. "I hope you have enjoyed visiting here, Nexii. May Innoruuk guide you in your adventures."

"I have. Let's be on, my Sirky." She replied. She took Sirken's hand and then led him back to the boat on the lava river Acheron.

[Canelek]

Didn't read, but: "The retard hobbit opened his mouth"

Bless you, Filbus. Bless you with your retarded god.

[Nexii]

Episode 11: The Second Circle

As Nexii was getting on the boat, a new load of players were just re-materializing at the first Circle. She paid them just enough heed to see the <Azure Guard> tag, and that they were officers with tears in their eyes. Her pointed ears picked up the sounds of their lament. They had been banished to this place for their tinfoil hat petitions regarding gaming Tunare's loot table. They would now be exemplar prisoners of the First Circle. With each salty tear that fell to the ground, Nexii felt better about the loot that her Army of Autism had managed to salvage this cycle.

"I'm surprised you guys even allow those kind of petitions." Nexii said, tapping Braknar awake to continue on.

"Yes, well, we're bound to take the all the junk mail here. Every last brainless petition. Rogean's rules." Sirken replied.

The river Acheron wound its way down to the Second Circle of Hell. Here the river narrowed, and the sound overheard from the law office diminished. In fact, there was no sound at all heard. Only the swishing of the oars as Braknar easily cut through the lava, and soon brought the boat to its second stop.

"Here we are. The Second Circle. There's no GM that rules this level. We didn't really figure it necessary." Sirken rose out of the boat and then helped Nexii out as any chivalrous knight should.

"I can't hear anything except us. Are you sure there's even anything here?" Nexii asked, glaring about the darkness for some clue.

"Put on your Halo. You need see invisible for this part." Sirken directed.

"Fine. Oh! Yes, I can target them now." She could see many players, almost resembling ghosts hidden in the shadows.

"The Second Circle is that for players which have committed the sin of Asocialty. Don't confuse asocial with anti-social. Anti-social is destructive behavior worthy of a deeper Circle. These forgettable souls simply do not interact with others. A sin worthy of punishment, as Everquest is meant to be a social place where players work together. There are much better things one can do alone." Sirken gave the explanation.

"Like jerk off?" Nexii asked, groping Sirken's crotch. "Oh hey, I know some of these people. Jonwayne, Necrious, Zlundan. Wow, so many Rogue mains too! I guess that can happen when you play a class that only does DPS and doesn't have to talk to anyone." She glowered at them, watching them list about aimlessly and silently.

"Their punishment is to play the game blinded, and invisible, and muted. Although many of these players are actually very skilled at the game due to their singular focus, no one will lament their departure." Sirken added.

"Oh! I see more of them down this way!" Nexii exclaimed, running around a cave bend to see a much larger collection of ghosted players. "Auld Lang Syne. Should have figured. They don't talk or trade with those outside their guild." Nexii said to Sirken, though she knew he'd be aware of what they were.

"I kind of liked the idea of Auld Lang Syne, personally." Sirken said, wistfully.

"Oh come on! That's only because they're all masochists like you!" Nexii rolled her eyes. She then gave Sirken a sharp swat on the ass with her plate-covered palm.

"Fair." Sirken gulped, rubbing his ass then where he'd been spanked. "I suppose there isn't much else to say about this level. You could try to talk to them, but they won't reply."

"Hmm. I don't think I could ever end up here either. I mean, I wasn't guilded until level 60 but I always had..." she stopped herself of saying 'friends'. "Err, servants who willingly helped me become more powerful." She said, winking at Sirken.

"Ok. That's enough of this Circle for me. This place is boring, honestly. Come, it's this way back to the boat. The Acheron forks into the Styx ahead, a river of diseased waters.

[maskedmelonpai]

if you don wanna take the time to read these super delightful stories, you deserve keep pressin that button *looks sternly at siouxs*

[d3r14k]

Someone tldr for the folks busy grinding elf bucks

It has taken me many hours to decipher, but I beileve it is an ode to Sirken with sort of a "notice me senpai" kind of implication.

https://i.imgur.com/OxJZiWM.png


So kawaii. Very wow.

[Cecily]

Kill it with fire.

[Swish2]

I'm going with the author being male and writing with a Sirken waifu pillow

[Tethler]

Sirken waifu pillow

Do you get one of those for donating a certain amount? Sirken should make that a thing.

[Nexii]

It has taken me many hours to decipher, but I beileve it is an ode to Sirken with sort of a "notice me senpai" kind of implication.

So kawaii. Very wow.

Senpai? As if I'd ever submit to a dark elf male! I'm the dominant one~

[d3r14k]

Senpai? As if I'd ever submit to a dark elf male! I'm the dominant one~

You're right, of course. I apologize. I'll go back to the drawing board and come up with a better analysis.

[Nexii]

Episode 12: The Third Circle

The current of the river Styx pushed the trio deeper into the depths of CSR Hell. The air was getting thicker with the stench of disease coming off the waters. Here it was apparent that the players and punishments were only going to get more severe than those seen before. For while the previous two circles, encircled by the lava river Acheron representing their misplaced fire for the game, the Styx represented the rot of misplaced desire.

"I can barely see," Nexii said. "It's thicker than Toxxulia Forest." She added, coughing on the vile air.

"Here, take a Rebreather." Sirken advised, putting the mask around her face.

"Thanks, I guess those greasy creatures are good for something." Nexii remarked.

The boat soon came to a stop once more, and Sirken and Nexii got off again to tour this circle.

"This is another level without a GM overseer. The fog here represents their ignorance of the mind. Welcome to the Third Circle, Apathy." Sirken motioned about.

"Permit me not to care, I can't see anyone suffering? It's too hard to see even with ultravision." Nexii complained, though she did feel anxious at the sense of this level. There was something disconcerting about not being able to see.

With a wave of his hand, Sirken cleared the fog temporarily. Many players could be seen wandering about the dark caves aimlessly, but not blindly as in the Circle previous. "Here we have all the players who are too ignorant to improve at the game. The sorts that just exist, and manage to obtain experience and power solely on the charity of others." The GM went on. "Don't confuse this with newbies, newbies to this world are innocent."

"Hnnn..." Nexii moaned, feeling rather dizzy at trying to recollect Sirken's words. "What did you just say?"

"I'm sorry. You must have breathed in too much of the air, Mistress. It has a temporary memblurring effect. The punishment for these souls is to continually forget what little they have learned, as soon as they have learned it." Sirken adjusted his Mistress's Rebreather. "We won't have much longer here, but take a look around."

"Sure." Nexii replied and did as told. This simple direction she could follow even in her mind-fogged state. "I see...rogues who don't backstab or evade. Clerics who sit starry-eyed with their fingers on the CH button. Pet classes with idle pets. Monks who stand at zone in. Useless DPS monks....Jenssen? SKs who don't do...whatever it is SKs are actually useful for?" Nexii wandered about. "They're all tagged <Clue> or <Dawn Believers>. Why is this?"

"We couldn't put them in <Venerate> and <Fires of Heaven> as they left this place for a greater Hell. A shame, this Circle was tame in comparison to the time locked progression servers." Sirken replied to the priestess. "Let's get back to the boat, I can't ward off the fog forever."

"Just a minute. There's one player...on the other side of this drawbridge. Eduin?" Still she felt confused, though she could remember that Scottish accent. It was unmistakable even if the words were incomprehensible.

"Dammit Capt'n, I cinnot git this bridge to lowar! I'm giving 'er all she's got!" The shaman was running in place with levitate, trying haplessly to click a drawbridge to lower down so he could cross to the other side. It was a comical sight, seeing those Barbarian legs try so hard and yet be so ineffective. Nexii grinned, feeling warmth at the thought of just how long he must have been down above the River Styx, trying to meet with the rest of the Third Circle residents. She figured at least a year, maybe longer. It was hard to remember that Veeshan's Peak raid. She stood there and gave a listless shrug. Even if he did reach the rest and try to explain the game to them, they'd never amount to anything.

"Mistress Nexii, come. We'll get some refreshments in the boat." Sirken took the female by the wrist and led her out of the winding caves.

"Y...yes. I don't think this place could ever be me. I was always...a good girl. I mean, a good healer." She blinked her eyes and allowed Sirken to escort her back to the boat's safety.

[Nexii]

Episode 13: The Fourth Circle

"Mmm, these gnome meat sandwiches are really good. Leaves a bit of a greasy taste though," Nexii commented. Now that she was back in the boat, away from the foggy air, it was easier to recollect her thoughts. It was hard for her to remember the fine details of the Third Circle, but the lessons of the sins of apathy and ignorance were ones she wouldn't forget.

"Wash it down with some Fuzzlecutter Formula 5000." Sirken offered her a clear bottle filled with pink liquid. "It's super effective...I mean enduring."

"Ahh, much better. And this? Jumjum pie? I thought that was contraband." Nexii commented.

"It is, but you're worth it." Sirken said.

"Pssh. Don't get all mushy on me. You know I'm not into romance." Nexii sat cross-legged by the Jumjum pie. She took a bite and shivered. It was incredibly sweet, much unlike any drow cuisine.

"We're making good time, but we must get on to the next Circle." Sirken said, motioning for Braknar to continue on. The Styx flowed onward and deeper, and began to widen as they arrived at the base of a wide stone corridor. The corridor was lined with torches on each side. As they got closer the din of shouting could be overheard. As if hundreds of voices were expressing their desires for the world to hear.

"This place looks to me like...a replica of EC tunnel?" Nexii guessed.

"Correct. Braknar, we'll get off here. Miss Nexii, this is the Fourth Circle. You might have guessed already but this Circle is for players who have committed the sin of Greed." Sirken got out of the boat and stood at the tunnel entrance. "Unlike the Third Circle, whose players have the desire to simply play, players here have the desire to simply acquire wealth. They never see the world outside the EC tunnel, so we found it adequate to keep this Circle simple and just include the tunnel."

"I see many low level players here. And...ah! It's kind of loud?" She held her ears with her hands, trying to filter out the overwhelming sound of auction chat. "Ah...much better." After muting auction, she made her way down the tunnel. Here she could see all the reknowned EC tunnel rats. Arleigh, the trader formerly known as Stockmarket, offering every piece of jewellry one could imagine. There was Sprawls, selling Velious junk gems for outrageous prices. Other famous buy and sellers lined the tunnel walls as well: Blackmarket, Fedex, Warrenbuffet. One arbitrage expert named Kauh seemed to have more platinum around him than all the rest. "So what's their punishment?" Nexii asked.

"I thought you'd never ask. We prefer to keep the punishments as simple as possible. We simply turned buffs off in this zone. Without SOW or Selo's, these avaricious souls cannot move. They must suffer the encumberance of their own greed, and stay in place. Although many may think this isn't so bad, remember that only these players trading accounts have been banished." Sirken pointed out.

"Mmm, it's pretty fitting...and watching them suffer the weight of platinum is pretty hot. Not one of them would ever drop a single platinum piece either. I gotta say, I never cared much for tunnel rats. They always drove up the prices of items." As she made her way to the Shady Swashbuckler, she was surprised to see some tagged toons in addition to the traders. "<Dial a Port>? Really? I thought everyone liked the convenience."

"Anyone who would sell their tag in the sole search of platinum deserves to be here."

"Mmm, but...but?" Nexii felt a bit uneasy, realizing that she'd tagged <Aftermath> in the sole search for pixels. "I suppose I don't platinum farm though. I've always been lucky and just won everything I ever wanted. So I'm safe right?"

"We will see. Items are not platinum, however." Sirken said flatly. He knew that the dangers and punishments ahead only would become more disturbing and severe. But both knew they had to continue on.

[24kanthony]

The erotica was just some sort of bait and switch for a cleaver story.

[Nexii]

The erotica was just some sort of bait and switch for a cleaver story.

You're thinking of pornography. Erotica is a story with sexual themes. Don't worry though there will be more sex scenes.

[Ella`Ella]

At seeing how diabolically evil this lawyer was, her attraction for him sparked with a lustful stare. But Sirken was her date, and loyal playtoy, and she wasn't about to stray from her own ruleset. Her eyes blinked and she regained her composure. "Another time and place, perhaps," she half-promised, turning about to kiss Sirken on the lips in a display of public affection. ...

"I told you, I made up for that. Ten times over too!" Sirken protested. "See what she puts me through, Brella?"

"Or what you put her through." Unbrella replied. "




Came inches from fulfilling my elf-cucking fantasy...

[Nexii]

Came inches from fulfilling my elf-cucking fantasy...

That's called being meta cucked. But hey, another time and place perhaps

[24kanthony]

Ya'll are some strange dudes but I'm gonna keep reading anyway.
Please, do go on.

[Wonkie]

ERPso fatso

thanks,,!

[Nexii]

Episode 14: The Fifth Circle

"Sure is hot here. And bright!" Nexii covered her eyes, the ultravision not serving her well. They had arrived at a zone which resembled the Oasis of Marr.

"You can always dress down like me." Sirken answered. With a snap of his fingers he was already down to just a pair of swimming trunks. "Anyways, let's get right into it without any foreplay. This is the Fifth Circle. A place where those guilty of the sin of Sloth are sent to suffer."

"Surely. I will undress too, my pet." Nexii replied, beginning a slow striptease. She started with her robe, opening it to reveal her radiant form, clad in Templar's plate. With a sly grin, her robe was taken off and tossed into the boat. Her gloves were next, slipped off to reveal her dark flesh. The vambraces soon followed along with her bracers. "Still not cooled down - Inno! What's the deal with this place?" Nexii asked while working her boots off her feet. She hopped around on the hot sand, her dark soles absorbing the brutal heat.

"The sin of sloth is not to be confused with apathy. Those that are able but choose not to try are deserving of greater punishment." Sirken lectured, admiring her almost but not yet naked body.

As her eyes eventually adjusted to the bright desert sun, Nexii could see that the banished players of this Circle were faring much worse than her. A few were crawling about, gasping for water. None were standing, and most were laid out motionless, viciously surrendered to the blazing glory of Solusek above. The pathetic gasps she heard were for water, which was answered in kind with spit rained from her mouth.

"Scum. Finally a Circle where sinners have to suffer for real." She smiled, spitting again on another hapless player. "I recognize a few players here. Fluffypuff, a mage who managed to AFK an entire month's application period. SedativeX, who aptly was sedate more often than not while tracking." She stepped about them, deciding then that she'd have to take off her breastplate and legs lest she be forced to join the leeches below her feet.

"I'm glad you like it. Their thirst for water represents their insatiable thirst for DKP, while paying no heed to effort. And the searing pain of Solusek represents the pain of the raid to carry them."

"I do - ah, an SK. Snackxpiry, looks like you're almost expired! How was that Avatar of War DPS again?" She shrugged when he simply feign deathed rather than went to the effort to reply. "Though we both know half the raid was AFK, and the tank was too lazy to mallet. I'll spare you my spit only because there isn't enough to go around." She explored, feeling increasingly dizzy from her arousal and the heat. The cleric soon found a soul sitting next to an inactive zone out pad. "Drulok?" She waved her hand in front of the halfling druid, but there was no reply. His eyes blankly stared into space ahead. It seemed he was in another time and place, still unaware that his RustleDKP had been stripped as additional punishment.

By this time Sirken observed that Nexii was stumbling about erratically. "Come, you need to shelter yourself from the sun. Just because we don't burn doesn't mean you can't get sunstroke. I brought an umbrella I'm sure you could use."

Nexii turned about. She approached a dark elf in the distance and gave a glassy stare. "Mmm, Unbrella. Yes..."

--

"Oh yea...just like that. Tell me about your recent law cases Unbrella. Nothing is more sexy than Lawful Evil~" Nexii moaned. The dark elf male was over her, fingering her clit until her pussy was as soaked as her body with persperation.

"Recently Core was banned for training Tempest in Fear. 20 days, blatent with an AoN used." came an earnest reply.

"I hate farm squads. That's so fucking hot! Even hotter than this terrible hell~! Faster....faster...fasterrrrr..." She demanded, spreading her legs and body out as she gave in to lust. She knew lust couldn't possibly be a future sin, or she'd be damned in that Circle long ago. "Yes...oh...mmmmnnnnnn....Unbrella...!" She wailed. Her divine call was answered, as it almost always seemed to be. An orgasm washed over the priestess as she tensed and then slumped over on her side.

Her partner just looked on with disappointment that the sexual favor wouldn't be returned. Playing along with her demands had not been the best gambit this time.

She flashed a victorious grin at Sirken. "I knew it was really you all along."

And then she promptly enjoyed a midway siesta.

[d3r14k]

Nexii rolling out collection of erotica to display for fine cultured forum folk:

https://i.imgur.com/9VPZPDv.gif

[Nexii]

Episode 15: The Sixth Circle

"That was such a good nap...I dreamed I was having fun with Exmo and Unbrella. We're here already?" Nexii blinked her eyes open, seeing that the boat had already stopped at their destination.

"Indeed. If you weren't slutting around with Sirken, I'd have kicked you out of game for AFKing," Braknar said gruffly.

"Oh whatever, you're just envious I don't do dwarves." Nexii taunted, expressing some animosity.

"Look to this side, Nexii." Sirken turned his Mistress about, and she gasped.

"It's...massive." Her eyes lit up. "So big...and blood red..." The red-bricked city before her put even Freeport's size to shame. Although nothing could match Skyshrine's size, she could tell this was one massive capital. It was eerily silent from this distance, but she could sense from the high, windowless walls that this place was for serious sinners. Sirken led her to a blood-painted iron gate where Menden and Aussie stood guard.

"Welcome to the Sixth Circle, Nexii. Sirken has said so much about you." Menden said.

"Hopefully only good things, or he'll be staying here." Nexii retorted.

"Come in." Aussie gestured inwards, opening the gates to the forlorn city.

"This here is the City for Mentally Dysfunctionals. Informally, we shorten it to the City of Dis, or just Dis. Dis is divided into three concentric regions: The Outer City, the Middle City, and the Inner City. Each is considered its own Circle. We will visit the Outer City, the Sixth Circle, first." Sirken explained, leading her past the gate.

All the buildings inside were painted red with blood as well. Nexii scanned about and then her ears perked as she heard a shriek. A player was being murdered by another player. Stabbed to death from what she could see. Her ears perked up fully at making a realization. This sort of thing couldn't occur back at home without duelling consent. She was in a PVP zone.

"Hey, this is Red Server!" she exclaimed.

"Excellent - I am impressed Mistress. The sin of the Outer City is Heresy. Here is where we banish the flagrant server rule abusers. We have multi-boxers, habitual trainers, antisocial players, and so much more here." Sirken said.

"Ooo...I can't even imagine what's worse than not listening to my boo. I'm like offended already! Disobeying my sub is disobeying me vicariously." Nexii reasoned as her body tingled with excitement. "Let's take a look about. I see...Merkk (Flak), Ogee (Thatdude), so many lost friends who fell to the dark side of violence against our own kind. Ah, pity for those that don't realize you cannot hate the dead." She surmised. Continuing on, she found Fingerz, training wyverns about. The train continued on, reaching Shadowdinah at a central hub who continued on westward. It was a deadly game resembling hot potato, played by those that enjoyed nothing more than wasting other players time. In the distance she heard a rattling Iksar shriek, that of Cekk as retribution was delivered with a painful trampling death.

"They respawn here of course. That is their punishment, to forever fight each other for eternity, with no real meaningful winner or loser in it all." Sirken observed.

"In a sick way, I think they enjoy it though." Nexii reckoned. "I like hurting people. Sometimes even seeing the deserving die to monsters...but...not like this. This is too much even for me." Nexii's cleric instincts were anathema to this dysfunctional behavior. She had to hold herself from throwing up on the streets of Dis.

"What? You don't want to continue on?" Sirken asked, embracing her from behind while stabilizing her. He was having some doubts about whether this date had been a good idea. He knew then why she couldn't be a GM, and yet...her twinkling eyes seemed to say so much more as murder after murder occured before them.

"Oh, I do. Don't take it like that. It's just kind of a shock is all." Nexii said. For once in her life she felt as though perhaps she was in over her head.

[LulzSect©]

https://i.imgur.com/DhfNUP7.jpg

[Wonkie]

https://i.imgur.com/DhfNUP7.jpg

why don't you pick on someone your own size?

https://i.imgur.com/KXTZ8RR_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium

[skarlorn]

i have a canine digestive system

[brokenpromise]

Dad I am homosex

[Nexii]

https://i.imgur.com/DhfNUP7.jpg

/shrug I don't consider myself therian fwiw

[Wonkie]

/shrug I don't consider myself therian fwiw

a velociraptor is a theropod

hope this helps

[Nexii]

Episode 16: The Seventh Circle

Nexii nearly tripped over what seemed to be a pair of Iksars corpses on the way to the Middle City. Looking closer, she could see that they had been stitched and seared together like a human centipede, but by some powerful magic.

"Eww..." Nexii fake-gagged by holding her throat. "The only thing more gross than one Iksar is two. Or maybe it's just one now, I don't know."

"Two-boxer." Sirken explained briefly. "Anyways, the Middle City awaits us."

The pair made their way to the Middle City gate, where Llandris and Braknar stood guard.

"Welcome, what is your name Miss?" Llandris asked Nexii. The cleric recognized him, though the reverse didn't seem to be the case.

"Uhhh... ummm... I'd rather not say? I like my name as it is, I'd prefer to keep it that way?" Nexii said indignantly.

"It's Nexii Vanadis." Braknar said, getting right to it. "Sirken, you still haven't told her have you? You know it only gets worse from here on out."

"We're finishing this date. Even if you two were Jesus and Santa themselves, I'd tell her when I'm ready. This gate is going to open."

"Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you." Braknar said, then releasing the seal that held the gate shut. The pair went inside, and Llandris re-sealed the gate behind them.

--

"Those two! So anyways, this part of the Red City has become more populated since the Great Renaming. It seems some players took advantage of the loophole created. I'll definitely have Unbrella look into closing it." Sirken started.

"So what then is worse than breaking server rules?" Nexii asked. She'd seen so many sins so far, and yet she couldn't seem to guess what the last ones could possibly be.

"Breaking social ones. Here we house players who have committed the sin of Fraud."

"Ooo, like corruption? I bet I could corrupt you..." Nexii teased.

"That, and thieves as well. Those that would steal from their own kind. Fraud is a much greater crime than a simple death setback. We're talking about stealing hours, even days, of other players efforts."

"I see. I can't say I've ever stolen anything. Well...nothing I wasn't told to take." Nexii crossed her fingers after saying it.

"My heart..." Sirken said to her, but was cut off with a finger put over his lips.

"I said already...I don't do romance." Nexii interrupted. "Now, let's just take a look around. We don't need to spoil this place by getting all l-l-l...listless at such weak emotions." She took the lead, and onwards they toured the Middle City. Nexii could see firstly officers of loot council guilds: <Bregan D`Aerth>, <Paradigm Shift>, <Rampage>. "You just know they skimmed a ton of items and platinum. PS would get so many more applicants if not for their loot policy. They could have been <Rustle> 2.0," Sirken just nodded at her comment, not wanting to re-open that old wound. Feeling her distraction, he took the opportunity to sneak a hand hold as she explored further.

"Caiu..." she whispered, seeing an Iksar yank a plethora of expensive items owned by <Aftermath> and <Awakened> off a pair of vendor NPCs.

"CAIU!" a powerful voice boomed, echoing so loud she had to hold her ears. The most successful thief P99 has known flopped over dead.

"I know that voice! It's Getsome. Funny though, Caiu never stole from us. I guess it works though. For a moment there I thought he was replying to me," She shrugged, knowing that soon the Iksar would respawn and the cycle would repeat.

Lastly she came to see the greatest fraudster near the entrance to the Inner City. It was Hyjal, a player who had duped an entire guild. Some would call it a collection of guilds even. His false prophesies led players into believing they could compete against the twin evil empires. "Lordbobunism. A failed economic experiment. We all know that nothing can compete against the free market of Retoxx bucks and whatever currency it is use over in <Tempest>." She knew this one was beyond hope. Despite the absolute failure and waste of efforts that <Lord BoB> had been, a babble of 'successes' such as "We saw Sevalak" was uttered in reply.

"Deluded...I suppose he defrauded himself, too." Nexii said, with only a fleeting twinge of pity.

"So what did you think?" Sirken asked, as they approached the final gate.

"Mmm, seeing all these players get justice is pretty hot. I kinda wish we were back in Neriak already. This place isn't really the best to...you know..." Nexii said, playing the coy game out.

"We're almost done. You won't be disappointed." Sirken promised, pointing to the final gate where a single arbiter stood.

[Cecily]

"CAIU!" a powerful voice boomed, echoing so loud she had to hold her ears.

Laughed my ass off. Anyone have that screenshot?

[Nexii]

Laughed my ass off. Anyone have that screenshot?

I don't but I hope so. It's up there with Plox's sig of Drulok's DKP

[Mudson]

Retoxx bucks! Quick, get the pixel replicators out! We need to dupe these while they are still relevant!

[24kanthony]

PS would get so many more applicants if not for their loot policy. They could have been <Guild That Thought They Were Going Somewhere But Disbanded> 2.0," Sirken just nodded at her comment

[Nexii]

Episode 17: The Eighth Circle

Nexii and Sirken approached the final gate. The sole arbiter was Rogean.

"Another one? After all that happened last time?" The project manager asked.

"..."

"..."

"I'm tired of being treated like I'm some pariah here. What is it you're so worried about? I'm just a cleric. Can't I just take a look inside?" Nexii broke the standoff.

"No worries about you in the here and now. She doesn't know, though." Rogean said to Nexii and then Sirken in turn. His hand was on the seal as if undecided.

"And does she have to?" Sirken quizzed back.

"No, I suppose not as I said. But I will ask to see you in council soon." Rogean declared. He released the seal.

"Sheesh. Why don't you just tell me?" Nexii asked of Sirken, as the two made their way inside and away from Rogean.

"It'll take awhile. With that nap you took, there isn't really time. Tomorrow, I promise." Sirken said, brushing her long white hair back with his hand. This left her ear exposed, which she turned to allow him to kiss tenderly. The pair stood there, embraced, in the bleak Inner City. As if some bastion of defiance against the sinners.

"Do I even want to know the next?" Nexii asked, timidly as she pulled back just enough to wrap her arms around his torso. "I mean, I kind of get the point now." Her green eyes seemed more radiant than ever, despite all the sins observed and the long journey it had been just to get to the center of Dis.

"Oh, you do though, don't you?" Sirken grinned. He gave a kiss, then turned his own neck aside. She took the cue, kissing the vulnerable area. The kiss soon turned into a bite, her teeth locking in as tight as her arms were. Harder and harder she bit down until she got what she wanted: a groan of agony with an attempt to escape. In that moment she felt that he would be true to her, and despite the misgivings of the other GMs she felt it would sort out. And if it didn't, there would likely be other playthings to pursue.

"I'm ready do to it. To see this place, that is." Nexii said, inadvertantly teasing again.

"Very well. This way." Sirken led her into a large circular building in the center of the city. It was very dark inside.

"I'll explain again. The sin of this place is known as Treachery. There's another common phrase for it that all players know of. To even utter its three letters is a sin if done in accusation."

"RMT..." Nexii whispered, not forgetting her served 10 day banishment from the Neriak Library for past accusations.

"Yes. This place is solely for those found guilty of real money transactions. The greatest treachery is the sale of ones achievements, and worse for many, ones entire being," Sirken gestured outward. Neon lighting reminiscent of home came on, illuminating the room just enough to see the horror of it all.

There were dozens of black adamantite statues resembling black reavers. But this wasn't what was horrific about them. It was that each had sharp adamantite spikes welded straight through, causing those inside to bleed a sort of black blood. The blood dripped to the ground, filling a circular moat. In essence they were magical, inescapable iron maidens. She could see the blood was also flowing back up by some dark magic, keeping the souls within from bleeding out to death. Curiously, it was silent aside from the blood drips, leaving one to wonder if the pain was too great to even scream, or whether their tongues had been ripped out.

"What sadist came up with...this?" Nexii glared at each statue in turn, with a mix of both awe and revulsion. Part of her wanted to heal these suffering souls, and yet, she knew they deserved it. Each statue was labelled. The majority seemed to be TMO, but she saw other famous RMTers. Platlord, Kluwen, Troop...Phatez? It was hard to read that last statue in the lighting. Finally she came to a more prominent statue, at the top of the circle.

"Derubael, the fallen GM." Sirken said before she could. The disdain was clear, and surprisingly forceful.

"Was it you?" Nexii said, feeling her body grow warm with arousal. It seemed Sirken was distracted this time, as no reply came. He glared at the statue, a small grin apparent. "I...heard about him. I couldn't imagine having someone else's soul inhabiting my body. To force it on others..."

"I know. It made me sick too. I did what I had to do," Sirken finally answered.

Nexii panted at the revelation. She wanted her counterpart so badly at that instant, groping him and stealing yet another kiss. But she remembered something. This was only the Eighth Circle.

"There's one more! Show me..." Nexii began to search the room. The final Circle had to be close.

"No, you can't go down there! It's not safe for us, let alone you."

The priestess gave no reply. Her lust to see more torment and torture washed over any sense of danger. It didn't take her long to find it: a frozen rune on the back of Derubael which she placed her hand on.

Her form dematerialized...

[Mudson]

oooo now I am excited who it could be! Is Sirken going to ravage the great Nexii in the Hall of Treachery? Hot stuff if so! Can we get a few more Dante's Inferno layers added into the story?

[Swish2]

This thread is beyond disturbing on one level, but then there's people wanting more :/

[Nexii]

oooo now I am excited who it could be! Is Sirken going to ravage the great Nexii in the Hall of Treachery? Hot stuff if so! Can we get a few more Dante's Inferno layers added into the story?

There's only one Circle left, keeping it true to Dante's Inferno :P. But the Ninth will be longer as the climax, most likely two parts

[Cecily]

This thread is beyond disturbing on one level, but then there's people wanting more :/

It's tongue-in-cheek... and also in other places.

[Nexii]

Episode 18: The Ninth Circle, Part I

Nexii rematerialized on the edge of a frozen lake far under the Temple of Treachery. The Cocytus, once a crystal clear river, had become cold and hardened from powerful GM magic. It was rumoured that the developers themselves had a hand in construction this place, a prison for the most wretched of souls.

"Welcome little cleric...to true Hell..." a distant draconic voice rang in her mind.

"It's...so...fucking...cold..." Nexii whispered to herself. She thought she knew cold from Velious. But this place was far worse than any she'd visited. Far colder. To breathe in the air it pained her elven lungs; she could only gasp in and out. She wanted to cry upon not seeing a zone out pad. Why hadn't she listened to Sirken? And why didn't he follow her? Perhaps he knew how extremely foolish she had been. "Just a stupid girl...fucking around and...hedonistic..." She staggered, and fell to her knees. Everything hurt and yet...she still felt the Hate in her despite being so far from home. Innoruuk's divine powers hadn't given up on her just yet.

"No...I won't go down alone like this! I'll find the way out." She got herself back up with renewed determination. It was difficult to walk with the ground being sleek ice. This place was eerily silent aside from that telepathic voice. But she knew that they were out there. With trembling fingers she got out her Pegasus cloak to levitate above the slippery surface.

"Surrender...as those here have. You know their crime. That which is worse than giving your soul to another?" The voice rang in her mind once more. She shook it off. She didn't want to think about anything but escaping...but yet...the message left her curious. She made her way around a massive stalagmite of ice, to see the first soul of the Ninth Circle.

"Aftermath sucks. So many players yet so incompetent as a whole. Finally a Massive Heartwood Thorn and I can't..." Jumbasa looked up at her with frozen, soulless eyes. As if he knew her but was so consumed that he couldn't say her name. There was no warm shoulder massage as a greeting this time. He was fixated on pulling the immersed dagger out of the ice, but it was a futile quest. The Tunare dagger was stuck in deep and it wasn't going to come out any time soon.

"What? Spent all your Retoxx bucks too soon?" Nexii said, coughing from the cold as soon as she'd taunted him. She knew it was bad karma to do so. There was a force, one beyond GMs and players that even she didn't comprehend. "I...I'm sorry. I can release you from this, if you wish." She raised her flail at his affirmative nod, but stopped short. "No...I just can't do it." With a defeated sigh, she continued on.

"Perhaps I underestimated you. Is that pity for the Immersed I saw?" The voice derided her decision.

"Fuck...off..." she cursed, using the Tier`Dal words which came more naturally. "I'll...what is that?"

A icy evil eye was floating by. It was hovering and moving very slowly, as if it was focused on some performing some tasks.

"Eye of Sedyt....scanning. Scanning Neriak Library. Scanning Cecily post #4209. Scanning Cecily post #4210. Updating Aftermath DKP. Scanning Nexii post #249... post #250. Anomaly...detected..."

"Shit. He's gonna find something. Find me soon like Floppin. I need to just...look away. Never look directly...don't reply..." The frozen aura of the eye was mesmerising, but she had to resist. With a surge of adrenaline she dashed to an alcove at the side of the lake. Here there were two souls, half-frozen into the ice. One was a Half-elf, the other a Troll.

"Hraasshna...will...pop...someday. The voice tells me so..." The Half-elf Nexii recognized as Detoxx. He was in a bad state, unaware that Nexii had even sauntered up next to him. It seemed he was fantasizing about having his very own Sceptres of Destruction, swinging each in turn with what little energy he could muster against the cold. Looking to the Troll, Nexii saw Uyan.

"No...Ventani! My alt DPS monk will have that Shroud... AM is the most dominant guild... we'll crush them..." Uyan murmured. Nexii waved her hand in front of his eyes, but it had no effect. All he saw was that Shroud, in his monk's inventory slot. Nexii felt like telling both the war was long over. The war that she'd never partaken in, perhaps it hadn't meant to be by that greater force...

"Yes, little cleric. Don't say you haven't ever felt that lure... the lure of best in slot pixels. Come my child, and gaze upon my true form." Nexii was snapped out of it by the voice. It seemed closer now, more intense. Or perhaps her resolve was weakening. She'd seen so many she knew succumb to their very own desires, to end up with infinite self-loathing and rage. It was the opposite of all she had been trained. She had been trained only to Hate others and never herself.

"Fine...as you say." She whispered, continuing along the river. She could sense the direction now. And then she saw it - the entity which was the Avatar of Immersion. It was a three-headed undead Vulak`Aerr, chewing on the half-ice-immersed bodies of the three most tortured souls known to the server. The left head was chomping on Unicity, the effigy of autism. Not a single joke would be absorbed by this one. The right head, Floppin, the effigy of elitism. No action performed would be good enough for this one. And the center head chomped on Bellringer. The effigy of hypocrasy. No amount of mercy was lost on this one, as Tempest had so quickly gone back to their old ways of extortion and hard play.

"Ugh...gross." She could see a pile of blood around where the three were being chewed. And yet...they were seemingly oblivious to the pain at the moment.

"FTE...FTE...FTE..." The trio chanted in unison.

"POP!" The voice echoed, even Nexii felt the desire to bolt just on hearing it, despite being way too uninterested to ever race before. But she wondered, how would they race when frozen in place?

Her question was soon answered as they each stroked their cocks furiously. At first she thought it was some ritual to get back body warmth, but then it dawned on her. Only after Floppin, Bellringer, then Unicity came in turn did she figure it out.

"First to Ejaculate. Cute." Nexii sputtered. The cum mixed in with the blood and guts, giving a rather grotesque scene. No doubt this sick race would be done in perpetuity, a hearkening back to the days before earthquakes.

She looked up at the damned trio, seeing each smile. The thought that each enjoyed the race, the visions of DKP earned for responding, was more twisted than she could process.

"No...enough...I give in..." She begged, falling down to her knees, whimpering in a pathetic way that she'd only ever made Sirken do. The cold lure of immersion had claimed her, she could see her eyes were just like theirs in the icy reflection of the lake.

"It's...all...over..."

[Mudson]

Pure money! .... Shot!!!!

[Nexii]

Episode 19: The Ninth Circle, Part II

"Here you will have perfect raid attendance...no longer 'merely' 80%..." The voice emanating from the three-headed Vulak`Aerr soothed her, mesmerised her, tantalized her into subservience.

"Yes, sir..." Nexii stood upright robotically. It was as if she was unfazed by the cold or even the grotesque scene before her.

"He never told you did he? Your true purpose. I sensed it all along. One without the malice to strike down others, yet such pure lust for sex and pixels. You'll be my perfect little fleshlight to use between FTE races."

"Yes, anything for pixels, sir. Just give me your loot...the gloves, ring, mask, and bracer. Please, I'll do whatever you want of me..." Nexii stared blankly and approached the black dragon. She stripped down to nothing and then made her way onto the giant dragon's lap.

"In time you will know what it's like to lose. To lust so desperately, and yet fail at the end. Dread it, run from it, my cock still arrives," Nexii was grabbed around the biceps by his sharp talons. Hoisted up into the air, and then slammed down pussy-first right onto his awaiting erect dragon cock. It should have been painful to her insides, given his rigid and scaly flesh, but all her senses save lust had dulled. Instead she bounced with the motions, pleading for bonus DKP for her efforts. But mere moments before she would be overfilled with dragon pixels, a golden-green flash brilliantly stunned all those present at the orgy.

"Enough of this!" Sirken had finally arrived. "VULAK`AERR! VULAK`AERR! VULAK`AERR!" he boomed, firing three deathtouches at the evil version of the revered dragon.

"Barely a scratch. You lose the girl again, Sircucken." The Avatar of Immersion replied. "Have you forgotten? I wasn't made by you guys in Kunark, I'm a Velious dragon." He laughed and laughed. His voice echoed off the icy walls and caves, in a very villainous way. "Looks like precisely one minute and 1.3 seconds has passed. You're going to have to concede for stalling." Another laugh boomed. He snapped his three maws at Sirken, but being frozen in the ice much like his victims, he couldn't get close enough to exact revenge. Nor was he in 'summoning' range.

"Plan B. Antifa Cuckul`Obama!" Sirken summoned the eye of Sedyt to his feet to broadcast the rape to Pornhub. From here it quickly went viral throughout Norrath. The immediate outrage felt by lefty extremists and conservative cucks soon boiled in the air. The magical power of the combined Hatred of so many across the spectrum soon rivalled Innoruuk's power himself.

"Huh...where am I?" Nexii's eyes flickered back to their natural emerald shade. The past moments felt like they'd been just a dream. Or more like a nightmare, as she blinked twice more. She then came to the realization that she'd been taken advantage of. "I'll...fucking kill you...!" She seethed, shivering now that she could feel the cold once more. She slammed her foot down, ballbusting and stunning the dragon before hopping off.

"No...don't. Just come to me. There's no killing him." Sirken put his hand out.

"Fine, I'll listen this time. But don't take me for some damsel in distress." Nexii popped her Divine Aura and made it to safety with Sirken.

"Sorry I took so long. Only Rogean has gate potions that work here. There is no other escape." Sirken explained, handing her one swirling rainbow vial.

"Aww. You're like the hero I deserve, but not the one I need right now. One who can take it like a bitch. A silent guardian for P99. A watchful protector." She said with a smirk. Of course she needed her dark knight, but she would never say it. She lunged forward and kissed the dark knight with a passion unseen before in this frozen hell. A pure desire for another, not for an object or selfish desire to simply get off. Her mouth opened, and her tongue intertwined with his. The lesson of the date had been learned - people over pixels.

The ice began to crack. The Ninth Circle's magic was no match for the melding of their twin hateful auras. And as the ice melted, it freed the Avatar. The dragon rumbled and cursed, closing the distance in mere seconds. But neither one was about to be dragon food. The vials were smashed together with a synchronous "Cheers" just in time, evacuating the pair to safety.

[Nexii]

Ok that was way more than I ever planned on writing. Need a bit of a break but I'll continue with more soon. Hope you liked and if not oh well, hatred only feeds me <3 or </3> all the same

[LulzSect©]

http://i.imgur.com/vSqmjoV.jpg

[Nexii]

Sorry I won't write you into my erotica. Unworthy

[skarlorn]

Lol I'll admit I only read the last one but it was surprisingly funny. Pretty Clean line to line too!

[Wonkie]

https://i.imgur.com/81I6tPC.jpg

[Nexii]

Episode 20: The Prophecy

Nexii's Quarters, House Vanadis, Neriak Third Gate

Nexii looked at Sirken and then sighed. They were sitting together naked on the side of her bed.

"What? You don't like the breakfast burritos?" Sirken asked, then took a bite of his.

"They're fine. It was just... I gave up all hope of rescue. It was so cold, so twisted and yet immersive. It wasn't just that I didn't think you'd come for me...a part of me didn't want to leave." Nexii looked down, burying her face in the burrito that she nibbled on.

"You aren't supposed to resist it. It's a circle of punishment." Sirken answered.

"..." Nexii sat motionless.

"Look it was a thing. I wish it hadn't been a thing, but it was a thing." Sirken turned back her long white bangs with his hand. "W...wait? Are you crying?" At first he couldn't believe it, but he could see a tear streaking down her cheek. He'd never seen her express any sort of vulnerability before.

"No...don't...turn your head." Nexii begged, turning her body away.

"I didn't come just out of duty as a GM. I came because..."

"Because what? Some Prophecy you won't tell me about?" Nexii's face was now streaked with tears. The thought of expressing weakness, of succumbing to emotions inferior to Hate before the one knight loyal to her was devastating. She felt then that he too would betray her. She feared she would be alone as she had been on the Cocytus.

"Because I care..." Sirken replied, caressing her toned shoulders.

"About?"

"You...us..." He corrected himself. He put a hand on her bare obsidian thigh. "I'll explain. I'm sure you've heard the story of the Kerafyrm the Sleeper. A prismatic dragon born out of a forbidden coupling. Two dragons, one ice and one fire combined to create a being so powerful that the entirety of Rampage worked together to slay him."

"Yes." Nexii sniffled. "I know the history, though I didn't partake."

"So it was forseen by The Shade of Jaled'Dar that one day a second Sleeper would be born. A more powerful one which would not be slain in a state of torpor, but which would fully awake as the Awakened. The Awakened would not just make a mark on history, but forever change this world as we know it. " Sirken continued.

"So what's that have to do with us? If two dragons decide to fuck I'd watch it," Nexii managed a small smile at the impossible mental puzzle of trying to figure out how such massive awkward creatures actually had sex.

"No, not two dragons Nexii. Two...characters. A player and a GM."

"Oh..." Nexii wiped her tears away, now realizing what Braknar had not so subtly hinted at before.

"I was wrong before, I thought I'd found the One. A young bartender called Dulcina that I met at the Maiden's Fancy. It didn't end well for either of us. It could have ended so much worse..." Sirken said, looking regretful.

"But what if you aren't the One? The GM I mean?" Nexii questioned. "Or what if Jaled is just full of shit? The dragons might be spreading fake news. I mean we slaughter their entire kind every week."

"It's possible I am not. But a very similar Prophecy was also stated in the rare Writ of Dragonkind, found in Sleepers itself. The Prophecy is true, I feel."

"I...I don't want to believe in Fate. I don't like the idea of being subservient to some force outside my control." Nexii sat upright then, her eyes now staring into his. As if she was defiant to the world and everyone that existed within it. Including him, he felt, as her emerald gaze seemed to pierce right through him.

"That's it. That's the Mistress I know. The world is our oyster," Sirken kissed her cheek, then down her neck as she closed her eyes.

"Worship my body." She commanded, raising her shoulders and then spreading her shoulder blades. As if on cue, he massaged her trapezius muscles, eliciting a relieved gasp. "Mmm...it's nice to just take our time." Her pointed ears lowered, from the relaxing pleasure of his touch.

"We can stay in bed and have breakfast burritos and wine all day if you like," Sirken offered.

The offer was met with a nod. "And...other pleasures..." She reached her arms back to touch him before sprawling out on the bed, face down. With a satisfied grin she purred quietly to herself.

"Continue..."

[Nexii]

Episode 21: Devotion

"Continue how, Nexii?" Sirken gave pause before starting. He knew better than to assume what she'd be in the mood for, despite her mood improving. The consequences of a single bad decision could be more severe than any GM punishment, and he knew it.

"You may start with my feet, my xi'hum," Nexii smiled. It was going to be nice to be treated and pampered even more than clerics tended to be. The date, although enjoyable, had been exhausting. She was feeling the tiredness in her body all over.

"Of course valsharess. A cleric who worships Innoruuk so devoutly deserves to be worshipped herself," Sirken made his way to the foot of the bed and sat down beside her feet. He first held her right in his hands, and lowered himself to kiss her heel. A slight giggle was heard, which he took as a sign to continue. The kisses continued along the arch of her foot until he reached the ball, which was also given a slow and soft smooch.

"Mmm. That's proper respect..." Nexii took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled. "Now you will lick my toes." She spread her small dark toes apart. Undoubtedly they were covered in her feminine sweat from the previous day's hard adventure. But it was of no concern to her. Her plaything's saliva would do fine to fix that problem. "Yibin ssussun!" She said more loudly, activating the magical neon lighting within her quarters. The lights came on dimly. Eerily beautiful hues of red, blue, green, and yellow flickered, giving a hint of mood lighting. The colors played off the dark skin of both herself and Sirken as the morning's play continued.

Sirken obeyed her request, and began licking between each of her toes. It was a bit salty, though not near as much as <Azure Guard> after multiple ring war and Tunare snipes. Just the same, it nice to simply worship and adore his dominant. To take himself out of the role of GM above all, and put himself below. It was barely even a thought to him, in reality. Before he knew it he'd finished all of her right foot off.

"Good boy. And the other." Her left foot tapped on the spider silk sheets, demanding the same attention as the right had.

"Yes, thank you for the privilege Mistress." Sirken proceeded, giving the left foot the same slow care. It was somewhat difficult to go as slow, as being allowed to surrender so deeply was exciting him.

"You like it don't you? I can tell by how warm your breath is..." Nexii teased, just as her left foot was finished off. "Well, my legs are sore from yesterday. I suppose you can be useful and massage those while you're down there." Nexii reached over, to take a sip of Neriak Red.

"Ecalyptus oil? Or something else?" Sirken asked. He took the brief moment to trace his fingers along the backs of her calves, which felt tight even to the fleeting touch.

"Nah, go all out. Use a full wort potion on my body. <Aftermath> will pay for the recharge anyways. And it's a far better use than how most waste them." She arched her foot back and forth instinctively from his delicate touches.

"Sure." Sirken dug around in her Tinkerer's bag and found a purple potion covered in dust. "Wow, this one's like a year old. You never used a charge in all that time?"

"Psssh as if! I'm a cleric, I heal myself..." Nexii rolled her eyes, almost taking it as an insult that she'd ever need to rely on a crutch. She conveniently ignored the fact that she had so recently relied on him to be rescued.

"Sorry, but of course." Sirken opened the potion vial and spread the mixture all over her sleek oynx legs. Not an inch was missed, from her calves to the tops of her thighs. He then began massaging gently. He stayed quiet as he felt the calimony oil soaked in.

"Inno...that feels so damn good. We walked way too much yesterday. Next time I'm gonna have you carry me." She promised. The priestess's breathing hastened as the pleasureful tingling warmth ran into her sore leg muscles. And each time he kneaded the tightness, she shivered in bliss. "Almost as good as sex. Or dragon loot. But only...ah...almost..." She panted as he didn't seem to be letting up.

"...almost done." Sirken finished the sentence and the massage for her. "So much knots to work out. I'm impressed you made it anywhere in the Ninth like this."

"Yea, yea. Kiss my black ass. Literally, now." She retorted. She then gave a wicked grin back at him, daring him to refuse.

But refused she was not, for the allure was irresistable. One only had to ask Somrin Two'Torch the lengths a male would go to for such a fine ass. Thankfully for Sirken, her butt was right there within his reach. Within seconds her demand was met. Her ass was kissed twenty times and more in quick succession. For good measure he grabbed her round butt and gave it a good kneading just like her legs.

"Perfect FTE, hun. We haven't had near enough of this. Take a drink, now," She pointed her eyes at the bottle of wine, and the other as-yet unused wine glass. "You'll need it for what I have in store for you next. The inquisitor in me hasn't forgotten past sins..." Her ears turned upwards in anticipation for the coming reprisal.

---

xi'hum: pet/plaything
valsharess: queen
yibin ssussun: weak lighting

[LulzSect©]

https://i.imgur.com/3Od9IqZ.jpg

[Crysty]

Can I make your bentos?

[Nexii]

Episode 22: Retribution

"Tell me, what is pleasure without pain?" Nexii asked. She traced her fingers up Sirken's toned chest and back down. She could feel his apprehension from each flinch. His anticipation by the look in his eyes. Most of all she could feel his heart thumping through her fingertips. It pleased her to know that her threat of reprisal was being taken seriously.

"And what is vengeance without cause?" Sirken dared, his own hands twitching on the spidersilk sheets. It was his half-hearted protest against her promise. While his mind was telling him to beware, he couldn't deny that his body wanted to give in to her games. Although the risk was great he felt the rewards of playing along were usually greater. So for the moment he figured it best to play along.

"Oh, so you think you're innocent? No one is, not even me." Nexii crawled in ever closer on the bed. She exhaled hot air on his neck while interlocking her fingers with his. "I'm sure you've committed some sins I can coax out. With the proper encouragement..." Nexii whispered sweetly in his ear, the opposite of her true intentions.

"The date was good wasn't it? Mostly good?" Sirken argued for leniency, like so many players tended to after receiving a suspension.

"Shhh. Up on the cross, xi'hum." Her lips met his forehead while her breasts pressed up against his chest. She then turned her knight about and shackled him facing the cross by means of four attached leather cuffs. "I'll be right back." She whispered into his ear, while holding her body against his backside. Her fingers traced down, and then away. She then sneakily sauntered over to Sirken's belongings.

"Hey! That stuff's GM only! You can't...!"

But the cleric had already found it. The transponder which could teleport her to any place in Norrath. Oh, to not have to beg guild porters or even worse, those grubby <Dial a Port> commoners!

"GM Island." Nexii said, pressing the emerald amulet and which took her there in a brilliant flash.

---

Five minutes later, Nexii re-appeared.

"Told you I wouldn't be long. We're going to do a little roleplay..." She grinned. In her hand she now possessed a whip, which she cracked in the air.

Sirken could see enough of what she had out of the corner of his eye behind him. His spine felt cold as a chill ran up and down it. "No, you couldn't have stolen..that thing."

"Mhmm. It's Daddy Rogean's disruptor bull whip." She admired the craftwork that Nilbog had put into it. The handle and wrist loop was of fine black leather, but this wasn't what stood out. It was the glowing green Matrix code which flowed all the way from the thong to the fall of the long whip. An ominous tendril which could easily sear through GM invulnerability.

"But...but!"

"Quiet, worm! I'm your Daddy now!" Nexii lashed out, and cracked the whip right against Sirkens ass.

"Ahhhhh!" He yelled out, the whip causing more pain than actual damage. But definitely intense pain as his limbs tensed up.

"Say it!" Again she lashed out, this time getting his other ass cheek with all of it.

"Ahhhhh! Stop Daddy Rogean! I'll be a good boy." Sirken relented. He breathed in and out hard, for the whip really was something else.

"You WILL answer every petition. You WILL serve because you need to submit!" Nexii cackled, and brought the whip down from above across Sirken's back. A doleful shriek was heard in response. She then draped it across his shoulders, which caused him to shake and drool. Even the mere touch of the chaotic code seemed to cause untold agony.

"I'm...I'm sorry I disappointed you Daddy. I won't ask for any more raid rotations!" Sirken wailed. His eyes were streaked with watery tears, and his body twitching from the suffering.

"AHA!" Nexii jumped up in glee at the revelation. "There we have it, you gave in much too easily. This is exactly why we don't have nice little raiding guilds like <Rustle> or <Core> any longer. <Venerate>, <Divinity>, <Anonymous>, <Infernus>!" She spat on his neck, feeling a bit of disdain at his weakness. Would it have been so hard for him to press the issue?

"N...nice?" Sirken deliriously questioned. Even in his pussy-whipped state the concept of niceness was lost on him. It just wasn't something a follower of Innoruuk was to understand.

"Fair enough. We are meant to suffer and hate aren't we? Together, in some sick way?" Nexii put the whip down. It seemed pointless to continue the torture. For a moment she felt it was pointless to continue at all, but a dark part of her loved all of this. The pain, the pleasure, the rush of victory and the agony of crushing defeat.

She unshackled the GM and laid him out on his back on her bed. This time she took a drink of Neriak Red for herself.

[LulzSect©]

https://i.imgur.com/CYvD3x2_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium

[Varren]

I really hope Sirken reads these

[Wonkie]

I really hope Sirken reads these

these forums have gone pretty far off the rails and im curious if staff knows why

[Nexii]

Episode 23: Jaded (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQ66ClagzN0&start_radio=1&list=RDgQ66ClagzN0)

Nexii sat down on her bed once more and held Sirken by the end of his chin. She shook his head gently in an attempt to arouse him.

"Hnnn! Owww! It hurts all over..." Sirken moaned. His eyes fluttered about. He was just coming out of mild shock from the harsh whipping. It took him a few moments more to fully realize that he was still in Nexii's bedroom, and now recovering on her bed.

"Oh please. You're acting like you just suffered through an eight hour Plane of Growth clear." Nexii rolled her eyes at him. She then sighed as she looked him over. She could see the bright pink lash marks all along his body. "Yea, I guess you're in kind of rough shape." Turning him on his side, she could see the rest of her cruel handiwork. More numerous and wider whip streaks could be seen crossing his dark skin.

"Could always be worse. I could be forced to debate politics in Off-Topic. So - any wine left?" Sirken asked, his thoughts to dull the pain with drink. He glanced about, trying to find the bottle.

"Nope. I drank the rest of it. Just let me heal you. I don't want to be bothered to go out to buy more wine." Nexii put her hands on his back and closed her eyes. She murmured an intense prayer to Innoruuk to complete heal her knight. A blueish glow soon appeared and sealed his wounds with soothing energies. Within ten seconds, his flesh was as good as new.

"Mmmm. That feels so much better, Miss Nexii." Sirken breathed in and out, feeling more relieved. He sprawled out more fully on his side and played with a long of Nexii's long hair. He curled the strand about his index finger, tassling it about playfully. He then looked up to her. Reminded of why he had been punished, he added: "I did try, you know."

"Mistress Nexii, not Miss." The cleric corrected. "And I'm sure you did try." She traced her own fingers gently along his hip, making her way down his upper leg. "I'll forgive you. But I can't help but feel jaded about it."

"Jaded? Why? You get more pixels these days. We can always have fun here at your place, and no one can dare bother us." Sirken countered. Meanwhile he tasseled up her hair, then released it. His fingers then played up to her ear tip, which flinched but did not pull back from his advance.

"I don't know. It's just not the same any more. I like to make a difference. I'd rather be one that matters than one that's lost in a zerglish horde." Nexii wistfully remarked. She turned her head sideways, accepting the soft ear rubbing.

"But...you matter to me." He traced his finger into her ear, and she eventually pulled away from it.

"There you go feeding me that lovey-dovey mush." Nexii gagged with an impish grin. "Just show me you haven't gone kitteny soft."

"Of course I haven't. I hate <Core>. I'll just give them an additional 30 days suspension for some trivial rule infraction." Sirken shrugged, as if he gave them no concern at all. He knew beforehand that she would find this an irresistable gesture.

"Works for me; down with farm squads! Let's fuck." Nexii pushed Sirken on his back and straddled atop his pelvis. "Just lay back and relax, my dark knight. I promise I won't hurt you - this one time." She smirked, holding his wrists down on the bed. She leaned in close and began to whisper in his ears:

Think about the good things
That I did to you
And think about the bad things
That I didn't do, that I didn't do
That I didn't do, that I didn't do

Turn your head
If it don't feel good
Turn your head
If you don't wanna take it

She repeated the melody and forced him inside her sex while doing so. She rocked and thrusted her hips down against his body. It was a more soft and intimate style than what they typically shared, but it worked for both. The jadedness had to be mended just as Sirken's wounds had been, and both of them knew it. Any animosity between them would be put aside for now. Such hate was much better reserved for more deserving targets on P99.

His head never turned throughout the sex. Not when he felt himself cumming into her, and not when she refused to stop after her own first orgasm. As exhausting as her insatiable lust was, he couldn't turn away. He wouldn't turn away. She was his drug. Exactly as he knew righteousness was her drug.

[LulzSect©]

https://i.imgur.com/4ao73O6.gif

[Nexii]

Time to fold while I'm ahead I think. Wanted to continue as I have so much fun writing and creating. Things just aren't the same around here lately.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDwCMxPwJ_4

[LulzSect©]

thank god

[LulzSect©]

^^white knighting a mentally-ill transsexual furry degenerate fits the definition of BIGGEST FORUM CUCK OF ALL TIME

(sorry you're the BIGGEST FORUM CUCK OF ALL TIME)

[Nexii]

^^white knighting a mentally-ill transsexual furry degenerate fits the definition of BIGGEST FORUM CUCK OF ALL TIME

(sorry you're the BIGGEST FORUM CUCK OF ALL TIME)

(sorry you were born a creepy sociopath)

[Wonkie]

english royalty are actual cuckspawn genetically, and they rule an entire empire.

meanwhile you're at the help desk.

owned, norbie.

[LulzSect©]

https://i.imgur.com/fUgWJJK.png

[Wonkie]

needs less hair to be you

[skarlorn]

^^white knighting a mentally-ill transsexual furry degenerate fits the definition of BIGGEST FORUM CUCK OF ALL TIME

(sorry you're the BIGGEST FORUM CUCK OF ALL TIME)

*takes note of mad*

[Nexii]

*takes note of mad*

Not truely mad. Sociopaths just pretend their emotions.

[LulzSect©]

https://i.imgur.com/yU70gOh.png

[Nexii]

I know most people didn't take my stories that seriously. But there was a message I was trying to express about the relationship between GMs and players. And how we might be able to somehow get along better with a less antagonistic approach. It's both sides. Whether guild officers that try to get every last pixel for their guild, by petitioning every little thing. Or the heavy-handedness that GMs take in response to all those petitions and forum abuse. It goes beyond individuals or even guilds.

Lately there's been a growing rift which has made me feel rather sick. Physically sick. I don't know how it could get better. "The Prophesy" of a player and GM was what I was heading towards explaining. A person (or a few people) who can perhaps act as more of a go-between or liason might be healthy for this server. There's really no one in the middle and I think each side gets stuck in their own bubble and can't understand the other side. Thus making it worse for everyone than it has to be.

[LulzSect©]

no need to explain your degeneracy, degenerate

[Nexii]

no need to explain your degeneracy, degenerate

Seriously just leave me alone. I don't like you and you are not funny at all. You are creepy and should be banned from this place for this stalker-like behavior. I could care less what people think of me being trans or furry.

[LulzSect©]

didn't read any of your posts

(sorry you didn't get spayed)

[skarlorn]

But there was a message I was trying to express about the relationship between GMs and players. And how we might be able to somehow get along better with a less antagonistic approach.

yeah this message definitely did not come through your strange bdsm sirken stories matey

[Jimjam]

yeah this message definitely did not come through your strange bdsm sirken stories matey

You've got to breed between the lines.

[LulzSect©]

OwO wutS diS?!
flops down besides u and nuzzles ur post

[Wonkie]

i think hes funny but i dont think hes nice

[LulzSect©]

ur not that nice urself Pokesonkie

quite the history of personal attacks mr complete anon poster

[Wonkie]

https://i.imgur.com/utzTCyo_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium

[Cecily]

I think you're both nicer than people give you credit for.

[d3r14k]

I think you're both nicer than people give you credit for.

[Moerne]

I'm afraid the message went over my head, but I enjoyed the stories for their entertainment value and decent writing quality. I'm sad you aren't going to do any more.

[Nexii]

I'm afraid the message went over my head, but I enjoyed the stories for their entertainment value and decent writing quality. I'm sad you aren't going to do any more.

I will if I can get a separate forum. I thought about things recently and RnF isn't the best place. Nor is any other forum for this sort of stuff really. I'd rather do stories that are a bit longer than trying to put a message within shorter segments that gets lost.

Something like Roleplay or RP Storytelling

[Cecily]

I picked up on it but if the SATs are any indication, I'm stupid good at critical reading. Most people are dumb.

Hope this helps!

[Nexii]

I picked up on it but if the SATs are any indication, I'm stupid good at critical reading. Most people are dumb.

Hope this helps!

It does; it means I can be a little more overt without ruining the story

[Cecily]

https://i.imgur.com/kcDCHZ6.jpg

I've always found this quote helpful. I have a tendency to use inappropriate connotations in situations where the word still works because I like how you can peoples' brains reboot when they hear the "wrong" word. I probably do that more when I'm speaking, but I do it here also because it amuses me. I also like to share stories from particularly crazy periods of my life to subtly tie it into current conversation.

In almost all circumstances, my audience focuses their attention on the more extreme part of the story or hurr you used the wrong word instead of the point I was trying to make. I chalk that up equally to my own weakness as a writer and my audiences' want of reading ability. Subtly is hard to do is the point I'm trying to make here. It is hard to use subtle language to get your point across. And finally, your audience will probably miss any subtly in your stories if you don't do it especially well.

[clevergirl]

I don't feel good about philosophical quotes in an erotica thread.

[Cecily]

It's not philosophy. It's straight up advice. Erotica is something I meant to mention in that rant. Your subtext is going to be lost just by the extreme genre you're choosing to write it with. Which I also thought was a good thing in a way because you can relentlessly criticize anyone publicly and you're guaranteed only a fraction of people will read it and fewer still will care. But if you're hoping to get an important message to a wide audience, know your audience first.

[Wonkie]

disappointed to learn the Sirken erotica was insincere

[Nexii]

disappointed to learn the Sirken erotica was insincere

I never said that. Again, reading interpretation :/

It was erotica, satire, and a bit of a fable (in that order)

[Nexii]

It's not philosophy. It's straight up advice. Erotica is something I meant to mention in that rant. Your subtext is going to be lost just by the extreme genre you're choosing to write it with. Which I also thought was a good thing in a way because you can relentlessly criticize anyone publicly and you're guaranteed only a fraction of people will read it and fewer still will care. But if you're hoping to get an important message to a wide audience, know your audience first.

50 Shades of Grey sold 60 million copies and it supposedly was way more extreme than my writing. Conflating BDSM with abuse. Can't say for sure though I never read it

[Cecily]

MMMMMHMMM. Who was 50 shades popular with? Who reads these boards?

Know your audience. :(

[Wonkie]

isn't it kind of fucked up that you colon-ized sirken for your little art project? he's not a theme park

i assume that's what happens, i haven't read it.

[Nexii]

isn't it kind of fucked up that you colon-ized sirken for your little art project? he's not a theme park

i assume that's what happens, i haven't read it.

Then you mean you hope that's what happens
LOL

[Cecily]

That's the sad thing. The writing is pretty quality. I just think the subject matter nopes most people on the nopestrain to nopeville. We're still fairly uptight about sex here in the colonies.

[Wonkie]

request for clarity: is nexii the p1999 everquest character a sex weird too or do you separate rl from fantasy?

[Nexii]

request for clarity: is nexii the p1999 everquest character a sex weird too or do you separate rl from fantasy?

I'm not sure I understand this question

[LulzSect©]

https://i.imgur.com/NSz485d.gif

[Wonkie]

I'm not sure I understand this question

me neither :o

[Nexii]

I'm totally a dark elf and/or snow leopardess dominatrix in real life (depending on your fantasy)

[LulzSect©]

https://i.imgur.com/88UNR11.jpg

[Wonkie]

I'm totally a dark elf and/or snow leopardess dominatrix in real life (depending on your fantasy)

the big cats all have very stinky piss

[Ella`Ella]

I'm totally a dark elf and/or snow leopardess dominatrix in real life (depending on your fantasy)

Can we try both?

[Nexii]

the big cats all have very stinky piss

So that's your kink? Being pissed on?

[LulzSect©]

OwO

[Nexii]

Can we try both?

Sure I could probably work some Mystique-like shapeshifter stuff. Unless you mean like both at once. That'd be weird cause both are like me...kinda would give too much an incest vibe